Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.